Chapter 6
He walked off in to the blankness of the hallway while i just stood at the door of Mr.Tomlinson.
Why didn't he get the file for me so i can get out of this hell faster? And should i even go with a man who i don't know, in a asylum.
Dear me, i should give less a fuck about getting raped here, I can now fend for myself & not be paranoid.
But i can't help but be paranoid, after all i have ever been through & seen, anyone really can be. They develop OCD or be schizophrenic.
The man turned to me, a few feet ahead from me, with that same damn smirk. His name Harry I think correctly. A name like that shouldn't belong to a douche bag.
"Coming, doll or staying"he asked with such a grin I wish I could wipe off of him.
I hesitated but I knew i had to go so i can get over with this shit. Gladly I'm not a potty mouth, I say these things to my self.
How dare he calls me doll? I bet he calls every girl he fucks that name, those whores would love to be called that name when i would know it means being played.
My feet collides with the solid floor adding sound to the eerie silence. No one screamed, no whispers, no breathing could be heard, as if there were no other people here.
Every moment, I get a little bit more anxious about damn file and along with my little sister, Ana.
I hope she isn't in any trouble, & i hope she's safe. God knows what had happened to her over the past few years, I just pray that nothing bad has happened to her. Im just so fucking worried & glad she is alive.
She is the only family i have, If i find her I will take care of her & protect her from the things I've seen.
At any given moment, I feel like I can pass out from the stress that is drowning me.
Dammit, why me, why?
Harry walked to his left and down the hall, a single door with "Records" labeled on it.
He opened the door to reveal quite a lot of filing cabinets, practically covering the room like a library, the cabinets like shelves.
"Find where your last name on one of those things and go back to that drunks office" he says in such a rude manor.
He walks of to his co-workers I guess, & groped her making the girl yelped.
I walk away in disgust, surely no lady wants to be harassed where they work, unless they were together.
Laughs come from the girl along with some kind of banging noise coming from the desk. Disgusting.
Bullshit, start looking for the S section. It feels so uncomfortable having to bend down to find it. Why can't all of the files be on top? And why do I complain so much?
Feels like I annoy my own self ratherly.
Finally, found the S section, and gladly I can stand up.
When I open the file, slight dust flew around littering the air. Fuck.
Quickly, I put my arm around my nose and mouth to not fucking die, just do not breath this shit. Really should bring my inhaler around with me more often.
With my free hand, I look through the last names documented patients that are here or, were once here. My eyes scan through them quickly and just so turns out, they arent in order like I had expected them to.
"Great" I muttered to myself.
Nothing really stood out much other than the description why they are here though, one did catch my eye.
